’
The lady uttered a scornful sound. As he returned to the table, he put his
finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better
chance of winning his wager. She deserves
what has befallen her. ‘Who the devil is Leonardo?’ demanded Roding impatiently, asking the
question that had leapt into the major’s mind. She
whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by
the window, keeping out of the way. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. And let us go on with
our evening. It’s all outside
the world of your experience. ’
‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. It must be the dawn creeping in. She was civil, but
she was obviously impatient to know his errand. But if only you will come I do not care.
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